[ For a moment d'Artagnan doesn't say anything; he merely smiles at her, quite awed. Then he shakes himself, and leans back. ]

You know that in my world, nothing like that exists at all. Well, owls do. But only the small ones, not big enough to ride, and certainly not griffons. Not unless you're reading a fairytale.

What else is different in Narnia, my Lady? [ Another, smaller pause. ] You don't have fairies, do you?